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much. He ignored that part, though, even turned his head so she could get a full look at the scars. They were barely healed, ugly as fuck—and he didn’t give a shit. His heart was still beating.
    Because of the pretty, cool blond in front of him. She’d turned from soft to goddamned angry in an instant, and if looks could kill, he’d be a goner. “You’re still pissed.”
    â€œYou think?” She wasn’t scared of him. She was angry . . . because he’d hung up the phone.Because he wouldn’t let her help. Because he hadn’t gotten in touch and because Tenn had kept his secret, knowing she’d be pissed at him for it.
    There were a lot of pissed-off people circling him. And here he was, prepared to add another one to the already long list. “Calla—”
    â€œDon’t.” She took a step back. Watched him, like she was trying to take it all in. He stayed in place for her inspection, watched her watching him. Jesus, he was naked under that gaze, and somehow she didn’t goddamned know it. Yet.

Chapter 5
    Cage continued to stare at me. His stance was aggressively, blatantly sexual. All anyone would have to do was look at him to know he’d know
exactly
what to do with a woman in bed.
    When I didn’t say anything, he walked toward me. He moved like a predator, smooth and silent, with more than a hint of danger. Big, strong, graceful. He moved like a motorcycle, sleek, fast, nimble, able to take corners on the fly.
    Economy of movement while watching everything without seeming to, and missing nothing. I was vibrating. The need to reach out and touch him was overwhelming, and so I did—ran my fingers along his bare wrist. His skin was warm under my fingertips. Solid. Alive.
    Most definitely alive.
    Which was good, because now I was going to kill him. Unless Tenn beat me to the punch.
    As if reading my mind, he said, “You can’t be angry at me for keeping a promise.”
    The anger and fear that had lodged itself in the back of my mind came out swinging. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You don’t even know me.”
    â€œI know more about you than most, though, Calla.”
    â€œStop saying my name like that.”
    He was enjoying this too much and I hated the way my body tugged to his.
Traitorous bitch
. I moved away from him quickly and grabbed the nearest thing I could reach—a glass—and threw it at him. He ducked, it shattered and then I heard a resounding “What the fuck is going on out here?”
    Tenn entered, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweats, and he was looking at me, but only for a second. Then he turned his head to Cage. “Four in the fucking morning?”
    Cage shrugged, his big shoulders moving fluidly. “Yeah, like you’ve got a nine-to-five thing happening here.”
    â€œSuch an asshole,” Tenn muttered, and I pretty much vacillated between agreeing and throwing myself at Cage.
    I settled for getting mad at Tenn instead,because it was painfully obvious that Tenn wasn’t surprised to see Cage alive and kicking. “You knew and you didn’t say anything.” When he didn’t respond, I had my answer. The sense of betrayal overshadowed everything Tenn had done for me. “Bastards. Both of you.”
    â€œCalla—” Cage said.
    â€œYou two belong together,” I told him.
    â€œI don’t swing that way,” Cage said seriously.
    â€œImpossible. Completely impossible,” I muttered.
    â€œAnd here I thought you’d be happy to find me alive” was Cage’s answer.
    I whirled to face him. “I’d have been happier not to have mourned you. Do you have any idea what that’s been like for me?”
    Cage glanced over at Tenn and, yes, I could see he knew all about how goddamned hard it’d been. His expression was guarded. I turned back and focused on Tenn too, because neither of them was getting off